Darius stood calmly at the center of the courtyard. The girls flanked him like sentries—Yuna with fire in her eyes, Alicia calm but tight-lipped, Avery absolutely unreadable.
The producers didn't even try to play it off. Within minutes, men and women in headsets stormed the villa, speaking in hushed tones, carrying tablets, gesturing to shut down cameras.
But they were too late.
The broadcast hadn't stopped. The whole world was still watching.
Lauren, the executive producer, stormed onto the courtyard in designer heels and a tailored blazer, her expression fierce.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
Darius met her glare with cool composure. "Exposing you."
"You signed contracts! You don't get to change the rules."
"And you broke them first," Yuna snapped. "You lied to the world. You manipulated votes. You erased Emma."
Lauren faltered.
